GOING TO HELL.

(June, 1882.)

Editing a Freethought paper is a dreadful business. It brings one into
contact with many half-baked people who have little patent recipes for
hastening the millennium; with ambitious versifiers who think it a
disgrace to journalism that their productions are not instantly inserted;
with discontented ladies and gentlemen who fancy that a heterodox paper is
the proper vehicle for every species of complaint; and with a multitude of
other bores too numerous to mention and too various to classify. But the
worst of all are the anonymous bores, who send their insults, advice, or
warnings, through the post for the benefit of the Queen's revenue. We
generally pitch their puerile missives into the waste-paper basket; but
occasionally we find one diverting enough to be introduced to our readers.
A few days ago we received the following lugubrious epistle, ostensibly
from a parson in Worcestershire, as the envelope bore the postmark of
Tything.

"The fool hath said in his heart 'there is no God'—I have seen one
of your blasphemous papers; and I say solemnly, as a clergyman of the
Church of England, that I believe you are doing the work of the Devil, and
are on the road to hell, and will spend eternity with the Devil, unless
God, in his mercy, lead you, by the Holy Spirit, to repentance.
Nothing is impossible, with him. A Dean in the Church of England says, 'Be
wise, and laugh not through a speck of time, and then wail through an
immeasurable eternity.' Except you change your views you will most
certainly hear Christ say, at the Judgment Day, 'Depart ye cursed into
everlasting fire prepared for the Devil and his angels.' (Matt, xxv.)"

This is a tolerably warm, though not very elegant effusion, and it is
really a pity that so grave a counsellor should conceal his name; for if
it should lead to our conversion, we should not know whom to thank for
having turned us out of the primrose path to the everlasting bonfire. Our
mentor assures us that with God nothing is impossible. We are sorry to
learn this; for we must conclude that he does not take sufficient trouble
with parsons to endow them with the courage of their convictions, or to
make them observe the common decencies of epistolary intercourse.

This anonymous parson, who acts like an Irish "Moonlighter," and masks his
identity while venting his spleen, presumes to anticipate the Day of
Judgment, and tells exactly what Jesus Christ will say to us on that
occasion. We are obliged to him for the information, but we wonder how he
obtained it. The twenty-fifth of Matthew, to which he refers us, contains
not a word about unbelievers. It simply states that certain persons, who
have treated the Son of Man very shabbily in his distress, shall be sent
to keep company with Old Nick and his imps. Now, we have never shown the
Son of Man any incivility, much less any inhumanity, and we therefore
repudiate this odious insinuation. Whenever Jesus Christ sends us a
message that he is sick, we will pay him a visit; if he is hungry, we will
find him a dinner; if he is thirsty, we will stand whatever he likes to
drink; if he is naked, we will hunt him up a clean shirt and an old suit;
and if he is in prison, we will, according as he is innocent or guilty,
try to procure his release, or leave him to serve out his term. We should
be much surprised if any parson in the three kingdoms would do any more
Some of them, we believe, would see him condemned (new version) before
they would lift a finger or spend sixpence to-help him.

We are charged with doing the work of the Devil. This is indeed news. We
never knew the Devil required any assistance. He was always very active
and enterprising, and quite able to manage his own business. And although
his rival, Jehovah, is so dotingly senile as to yield up everything to his
mistress and her son, no one has ever whispered the least hint of the
Devil's decline into the same abject position. But if his Satanic Majesty
needed our aid we should not be loth to give it, for after carefully
reading the Bible many times from beginning to end, we have come to the
conclusion that he is about the only gentleman in it.

We are "on the road to hell." Well, if we must go somewhere, that
is just the place we should choose. The temperature is high, and it would
no doubt at first be incommodious. But, as old Sir Thomas Browne says,
afflictions induce callosities, and in time we should get used to
anything.

When once we grew accustomed to the heat, how thankful we should be at
having escaped the dreary insipidity of heaven, with its perpetual psalms,
its dolorous trumpets, its gruesome elders, and its elderly beasts! How
thankful at having missed an eternity with Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, David,
and all the many blackguards and scoundrels of the Bible! How thankful at
having joined for ever the society of Rabelais, Bruno, Spinoza, Voltaire,
Thomas Paine, John Stuart Mill, and all the great poets, sages and wits,
who possess so much of that carnal wisdom which is at enmity with the
pious folly of babes and sucklings!

On the whole, we think it best to keep on our present course. Let the
bigots rave and the parsons wail. They are deeply interested in the
doctrine of heaven and hell beyond the grave. We believe in heaven and
hell on this side of it; a hell of ignorance, crime, and misery; a heaven
of wisdom, virtue, and happiness. Our duty is to promote the one and
combat the other. If there be a just God, the fulfilment of that duty will
suffice; if God be unjust, all honest men will be in the same boat, and
have the courage to despise and defy him.